Running away from home. Just like kids.

[neverwrongagent]

Briefings with Saul were getting more and more tense. Carrie could feel the strain on all of them as a real, palpable thing. Beside her, no one had ever had much faith in Brody, which was largely her fault. How could she explain her change of heart without explaining it was exactly that. What was harder was not telling him about how bad it was. Every time she was vague it was a physical pain.

The final straw was a heated conversation about what they would do if he were found out, revealed to be on a mission. They had escape plans, but it was clear very few people in that room gave a damn if they worked. Or if they even existed. She'd been through hell for the man they were dismissing like so much dross and all because... She wasn't that sure why because at this point. It was about Saul, really, and she knew that. That's why when he made a passing comment that made it sound damn like he'd made his decision and Brody didn't figure into it at all, she felt her stomach lurch so badly she almost had to leave the room.

She didn't go to him that night, that would be stupid. She waited a day, all of which was spent wondering when she would throw up. She got there late, just before dark, and sat back to watch the men finish up before meal break. He looked good. Better than when she saw him last, even.

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[neverwrongagent]

If he didn't stop that soon, she wasn't going to be able to stop what she was doing. She shuddered hard and pressed against him, her eyes closed tightly. She purred her agreement about the pleasure. As she settled, she sighed deeply. "Love you."

[posterboymarine]

"Love you." Then he nipped her again. Her reaction was wonderful and he was suddenly curious how far he could push her.

[neverwrongagent]

She couldn't wait for his hair to grow back just so she could pull it at those moments. She was going to have to insist. Shifting against him, she got herself where she could rub against his hip. "You are a tease. A wicked wicked tease." There was no upset in her tone, only hope.

[posterboymarine]

That rubbing was a sure sign that she was enjoying his teeth. He worked a hand down between them and found her clit as he nipped her again. This required only a little energy from him and he could make her happy, probably make her moan his name again. He liked that.

[neverwrongagent]

She arched hard at his double assault, whimpering. That had to be almost as good as a moan. When her body caught up, he'd get that moan. She rocked against his hand, twisting slightly, too. Another nice thing about his big hands was how much surface area he could reach with just a couple fingers. She stared shuddering with every twist, which made her moan obligingly.

[posterboymarine]

She made the best noises. He nipped again, then curled his fingers slightly. Getting her worked up so quickly was something he was going to have to remember. It was like finding the on switch.

[neverwrongagent]

He wasn't going to have to look hard. He was her on switch. Within limits, of course, she'd do anything he wanted. And if he caught her in the right mood, those limits would go out the door. She knew that and it made her shudder. And it made her moan his name, all the need showing clearly.

[posterboymarine]

He nipped again, then moved to her ear and whispered roughly to her. "Are you going to come for me again, baby? Going to show me how much you love this?"

[neverwrongagent]

She jerked against his hand, nodding sharply. She was going to explode for him. "Love the way you touch me." She closed her eyes tightly and whispered. "Love you. So much." She shuddered again as a wave of pleasure pushed her closer to the edge.

[posterboymarine]

He continued to work at her, then he nipped at her again, pulling at her flesh. He wanted her to come, he wanted to get from her the last of her energy. They both needed sleep.

He pulled away suddenly, shifting down her body. His mouth replaced his fingers, sucking and nipping at far more sensitive parts.

[neverwrongagent]

She yelped so hard at the new contact that she clapped her hand over her mouth. Then she spoke around her fingers. "Not fair, Brody, not fair!" Of course, she was laughing as she said it and working to give him more room. "Fuck, feels so good." The nipping was going to drive her crazy and she told him so. "Harder, baby, I can take it."

[posterboymarine]

He laughed against her, then gave her exactly what she asked for. He caught her clit between his teeth and pulled, closing his lips around the extended flesh and adding pressure to the press of his teeth. He pushed two fingers inside her, so he could fully experience her release.

[neverwrongagent]

She groaned loudly at his abuse, rocking toward him, then pulling back sharply so she could really feel his teeth. Each pull brought with it a groan of pleasure. Honestly, the instant she realized she could pull his hair, she was going to force him between her legs. She closed tightly around his fingers, rippling the muscles over them to push herself harder. "Fuck. So good." She bucked into him. "So fucking good."

[posterboymarine]

He couldn't help laughing around her. Then he pulled harder. She seemed to want that bit of pain, so he was going to give it to her. He added a third finger and started working her harder, rougher. Some of the other night was coming back to him and he remembered how much she had taken from him then.

[neverwrongagent]

He found the perfect mix of pleasure and pain and she flooded his mouth as her way of letting him know. Not that she had any control over that. She was rapidly losing all control and rocking dangerously hard against him. She was going to feel this after, for a long time.

[posterboymarine]

He pressed his other hand to her belly to save him a broken nose. Then he pushed her harder still. She tasted so good, he didn't want to stop now. He was enjoying himself far too much.

[neverwrongagent]

She didn't understand his gesture, didn't know why he was restraining her. She was much too centered on her own pleasure. Her hips kept rocking against him, driving her against his mouth. Every touch felt amazing. She felt like she was floating. "Fuck. Please, baby. FUCK!"

[posterboymarine]

He wasn't about to stop to ask her what she was asking for, so he just nodded. That seemed the best approach. And it kept him right where he was, enjoying her in the simplest possible way.

[neverwrongagent]

By sticking with her, he gave her exactly what she'd been pleading for. She bucked into him, twitching and lurching toward him. It didn't take long for her to reach her plateau. She cried out sharply as she went rigid with pleasure.

[posterboymarine]

When she went rigid, he sucked hard, trying to draw her out completely. Then he started gently lapping at her as he eased his finger out, one at a time. She'd earned a nice, easy come down.

[neverwrongagent]

It was good he did that or she'd never have let him go. By the time his hand was gone, she had sagged on the bed with an arm over her eyes, panting raggedly. She was still twitching, but other than that, she looked like she was already asleep. "Bliss."

[posterboymarine]

He eased away from her and wiped his mouth, then he pulled himself up to lay next to her. He cuddled in next to her and closed his eyes. "Sleep."

[neverwrongagent]

She curled close, her eyes already shut, and nodded firmly. Before she could repeat the word, she was already asleep.

And she slept well, solidly. Peacefully. She stayed pressed against him with her hand on his chest. Every time she started to roll away, she ended up back against him, moaning softly.

[posterboymarine]

He slept too, albeit not as soundly or as deeply. Instead, he watched her, enjoying how peaceful she looked, how she kept coming back to him. Every time she did, he kissed her forehead, then dozed again.

[neverwrongagent]

She slept longer than she would have if he hadn't watched, safe in his arms. When she finally woke it was because her bladder insisted. She kissed him firmly, not caring it it woke him, then slid from the bed. She complained the whole way.

When she came back, she worked back under the covers, still grumbling.